Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

His ears twitched as she gave her answers, and his eyes watched the movements that accompanied it. His expression was blank and impassive from start to finish in spite of how very pleased with herself she seemed. He glanced from girl to tree as she settled an expectantly gaze upon it, and then back again as the tree - not surprisingly - did nothing. A beat passed, and then another, before finally the boy parted his lips to speak.

"So... you can't jump higher than trees?" Artaax said flatly, allowing his annoyance at being distracted from his clearly super important work to show.